Slightly Spooked
Mar. 15th, 2005 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bimoHave you ever written something, re-read it after a day or so, and then started to wonder:"Where on earth did that come from? That's so decidedly mean, I can't be the person who did that!"
Here's what I'm talking about:
Shortly after the accident, Clarkson's wife had sent Christian a thank you card to his private address. A well-meant but ill-advised pastell-coloured nightmare with saccharine angels. Thank you, Dr. Troy, for being a guardian angel in this time of need. We will include you in our prayers. Words in a very neat, very traditional women's handwriting. Green ink on lavender paper. He had stared at the whole atrocity for nearly a minute, then torn it and thrown it into the disposal bin under the kitchen sink, wondering if Sean had ever gotten any cards like this for the pro bono crap he was doing. If really so, he'd probably keep them in a wooden cigar box in his bedroom locker, taking them out from time to time and getting a hard one. No such thing as playing the good Samaritan once in a while.
Here's what I'm talking about:
Shortly after the accident, Clarkson's wife had sent Christian a thank you card to his private address. A well-meant but ill-advised pastell-coloured nightmare with saccharine angels. Thank you, Dr. Troy, for being a guardian angel in this time of need. We will include you in our prayers. Words in a very neat, very traditional women's handwriting. Green ink on lavender paper. He had stared at the whole atrocity for nearly a minute, then torn it and thrown it into the disposal bin under the kitchen sink, wondering if Sean had ever gotten any cards like this for the pro bono crap he was doing. If really so, he'd probably keep them in a wooden cigar box in his bedroom locker, taking them out from time to time and getting a hard one. No such thing as playing the good Samaritan once in a while.
